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So
he
went
round
the
end
of
the
stable
towards
the
kitchen
-
garden
.
But
the
moment
he
was
clear
of
the
shelter
of
the
stable
,
sharp
as
a
knife
came
the
wind
against
his
little
chest
and
his
bare
legs
.
Still
he
would
look
in
the
kitchen
-
garden
,
and
went
on
.
But
when
he
got
round
the
weeping
-
ash
that
stood
in
the
corner
,
the
wind
blew
much
stronger
,
and
it
grew
stronger
and
stronger
till
he
could
hardly
fight
against
it
.
And
it
was
so
cold
!
All
the
flashy
spikes
of
the
stars
seemed
to
have
got
somehow
into
the
wind
.
Then
he
thought
of
what
the
lady
had
said
about
people
being
cold
because
they
were
not
with
the
North
Wind
.
How
it
was
that
he
should
have
guessed
what
she
meant
at
that
very
moment
I
cannot
tell
,
but
I
have
observed
that
the
most
wonderful
thing
in
the
world
is
how
people
come
to
understand
anything
.
He
turned
his
back
to
the
wind
,
and
trotted
again
towards
the
yard
;
whereupon
,
strange
to
say
,
it
blew
so
much
more
gently
against
his
calves
than
it
had
blown
against
his
shins
that
he
began
to
feel
almost
warm
by
contrast
.
You
must
not
think
it
was
cowardly
of
Diamond
to
turn
his
back
to
the
wind
:
he
did
so
only
because
he
thought
Lady
North
Wind
had
said
something
like
telling
him
to
do
so
.
If
she
had
said
to
him
that
he
must
hold
his
face
to
it
,
Diamond
would
have
held
his
face
to
it
.
But
the
most
foolish
thing
is
to
fight
for
no
good
,
and
to
please
nobody
.
Well
,
it
was
just
as
if
the
wind
was
pushing
Diamond
along
.
If
he
turned
round
,
it
grew
very
sharp
on
his
legs
especially
,
and
so
he
thought
the
wind
might
really
be
Lady
North
Wind
,
though
he
could
not
see
her
,
and
he
had
better
let
her
blow
him
wherever
she
pleased
.
So
she
blew
and
blew
,
and
he
went
and
went
,
until
he
found
himself
standing
at
a
door
in
a
wall
,
which
door
led
from
the
yard
into
a
little
belt
of
shrubbery
,
flanking
Mr
.
Coleman
’
s
house
.
Mr
.
Coleman
was
his
father
’
s
master
,
and
the
owner
of
Diamond
.
He
opened
the
door
,
and
went
through
the
shrubbery
,
and
out
into
the
middle
of
the
lawn
,
still
hoping
to
find
North
Wind
.
The
soft
grass
was
very
pleasant
to
his
bare
feet
,
and
felt
warm
after
the
stones
of
the
yard
;
but
the
lady
was
nowhere
to
be
seen
.
Then
he
began
to
think
that
after
all
he
must
have
done
wrong
,
and
she
was
offended
with
him
for
not
following
close
after
her
,
but
staying
to
talk
to
the
horse
,
which
certainly
was
neither
wise
nor
polite
.
There
he
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
lawn
,
the
wind
blowing
his
night
-
gown
till
it
flapped
like
a
loose
sail
.
The
stars
were
very
shiny
over
his
head
;
but
they
did
not
give
light
enough
to
show
that
the
grass
was
green
;
and
Diamond
stood
alone
in
the
strange
night
,
which
looked
half
solid
all
about
him
.
He
began
to
wonder
whether
he
was
in
a
dream
or
not
.
It
was
important
to
determine
this
;
“
for
,
”
thought
Diamond
,
“
if
I
am
in
a
dream
,
I
am
safe
in
my
bed
,
and
I
needn
’
t
cry
.
But
if
I
’
m
not
in
a
dream
,
I
’
m
out
here
,
and
perhaps
I
had
better
cry
,
or
,
at
least
,
I
’
m
not
sure
whether
I
can
help
it
.
”
He
came
to
the
conclusion
,
however
,
that
,
whether
he
was
in
a
dream
or
not
,
there
could
be
no
harm
in
not
crying
for
a
little
while
longer
:
he
could
begin
whenever
he
liked
.
The
back
of
Mr
.
Coleman
’
s
house
was
to
the
lawn
,
and
one
of
the
drawing
-
room
windows
looked
out
upon
it
.
The
ladies
had
not
gone
to
bed
;
for
the
light
was
still
shining
in
that
window
.
But
they
had
no
idea
that
a
little
boy
was
standing
on
the
lawn
in
his
night
-
gown
,
or
they
would
have
run
out
in
a
moment
.
And
as
long
as
he
saw
that
light
,
Diamond
could
not
feel
quite
lonely
.
He
stood
staring
,
not
at
the
great
warrior
Orion
in
the
sky
,
nor
yet
at
the
disconsolate
,
neglected
moon
going
down
in
the
west
,
but
at
the
drawing
-
room
window
with
the
light
shining
through
its
green
curtains
.
He
had
been
in
that
room
once
or
twice
that
he
could
remember
at
Christmas
times
;
for
the
Colemans
were
kind
people
,
though
they
did
not
care
much
about
children
.
All
at
once
the
light
went
nearly
out
:
he
could
only
see
a
glimmer
of
the
shape
of
the
window
.
Then
,
indeed
,
he
felt
that
he
was
left
alone
.
It
was
so
dreadful
to
be
out
in
the
night
after
everybody
was
gone
to
bed
!
That
was
more
than
he
could
bear
.
He
burst
out
crying
in
good
earnest
,
beginning
with
a
wail
like
that
of
the
wind
when
it
is
waking
up
.
Perhaps
you
think
this
was
very
foolish
;
for
could
he
not
go
home
to
his
own
bed
again
when
he
liked
?
Yes
;
but
it
looked
dreadful
to
him
to
creep
up
that
stair
again
and
lie
down
in
his
bed
again
,
and
know
that
North
Wind
’
s
window
was
open
beside
him
,
and
she
gone
,
and
he
might
never
see
her
again
.
He
would
be
just
as
lonely
there
as
here
.
Nay
,
it
would
be
much
worse
if
he
had
to
think
that
the
window
was
nothing
but
a
hole
in
the
wall
.
